The girl's soul slowly transformed into the face of an ugly man, his expression towards Sun Yan filled with hideousness, and a playful look in his eyes was unmistakable.

Before Sun Yan could prepare to ask any questions, the girl's soul vanished from the spot.

The only thing left in the air was the hoarse voice of that man.

"Kill you all, kill you all."

Shaking the Soul-Calling Banner in his hand, and seeing there was no more movement, Sun Yan walked over to where Belun was waiting not far away.

"Mr. Jackson, have you found anything?" Belun quickly asked.

"In the past few years or even decades, has there been any incident in your town of someone who died unjustly?" Sun Yan put away the Soul-Calling Banner and inquired.

The hostility of that Evil Spirit just now was quite intense, and Sun Yan could sense it even without much interaction.

Generally speaking, such an Evil Spirit appears only if it suffered great injustice in life.

And the reason it's harming people in Nightingale Town must be closely linked to this area.

"Unjust death? No, I've never heard of such a thing." Belun shook his head in bewilderment.

"In that case, arrange a place for me to stay first, let me live in your town for a few days, and I'll observe more. I can't see any problems for now."

Sun Yan said calmly.

Having dealt with Evil Spirits for so long, with rich experience, the little commotion just now couldn't scare him.

...

Belun arranged for Sun Yan to stay in the best inn in town.

In the early morning, lying on the bed in the inn, Sun Yan was bored flipping through his phone. When he felt a bit sleepy, he turned over and fell asleep.

At the same time, in a part of Nightingale Town.

A black teenage boy lay on his bed, dozing off with headphones on. From the ceiling directly above the bed, a ghastly white face slowly emerged.

It laughed silently and hideously, falling down from the ceiling, getting closer and closer to the black teenager.

As soon as this face covered the bed, the entire sheet instantly turned into a bottomless pool of water.

The black teenager, eyes tightly shut, face filled with pain, sank deeper toward the pool's depths despite struggling to open his eyes.

He could only let his body plunge into the infinite darkness below the pool, until his figure completely vanished from sight.

...

Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!

Early in the morning, several police cars drove into Nightingale Town, stopping in front of the courtyard gate of an old house.

From them, a few portly white officers got out, holding walkie-talkies as they headed into the house.

Meanwhile, at the inn where Sun Yan was staying.

"Mr. Jackson! Mr. Jackson! Something's wrong!"

Belun anxiously knocked on the door, waiting for a while before Sun Yan, looking sleepy, opened the door, rubbed his eyes, and yawned as he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Last night, another child in our town died, drowned in water." Belun replied urgently.

"Drowned? Did they accidentally fall into the water while playing near it?" Sun Yan asked indifferently.

North American children often have the habit of running into forests or by lakes to play, especially those who are more mischievous.

They often take their family's old car to the lakeside, starting a shy activity either inside the car or on the ground.

If there are many kids, they might swim or jump into the water together, which is quite normal.

Every year, several children in North America accidentally drown, making this kind of thing frequent news.

"No, the child died in his own home, right on his bed." Belun said, incredibly tense.

"Drowned in his own bed?"

Sun Yan's spirits lifted instantly: "Wait for me a moment, I'll go with you to the crime scene."

...

When Sun Yan arrived with Belun at a house in the town, they saw a few officers standing in the courtyard.

Soon, two officers carried a body bag out of the house, followed by a black woman who was crying uncontrollably.

After the black woman got into the police car, the officers immediately drove away.

"They're the town's sheriffs. The Lauren couple reported to the police early this morning, and I found out about it afterward." Belun explained, standing beside Sun Yan.

"Let's go in and take a look." Sun Yan nodded.

"Alright."

Sun Yan and Belun walked into the house, seeing a black man slumped on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, looking utterly despairing.

"Lauren, this is the exorcist I've brought to help with your child's situation. I'm very sorry." Belun took off his hat, apologizing with shame to the black man.

Upon hearing this, Lauren stiffly turned his head, inspecting Sun Yan up and down: "You're the exorcist? You're a fraud, just here to con money."

Sun Yan looked around the room, indifferent to Lauren's sarcasm.

As a father who just lost his child, his mood was awful, which Sun Yan understood.

The most crucial thing right now was to catch the damn Evil Spirit and stop it from harming anyone else.

"Lauren, show some respect to Mr. Jackson. I know you're grieving the loss of your child." Belun reminded Lauren.

Belun, an old man of some prestige in Nightingale Town, said this, and Lauren could only curl his lip disdainfully, saying nothing more.

"May I go upstairs and take a look?" Sun Yan asked.

"Suit yourself." Lauren replied without raising his head.

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